Getting Older

I get an email column from Aaron Karo, a comic I read back in college who graduated at the same time as me and went though a lot of what I did at the same time I did. Anyway, here’s a line that he wrote this week that struck home all to clearly:

You know you’re twenty-eight when, every once in a while, you turn on Saturday Night Live and realize you’ve never even heard of the musical guest.